"I'm so bored I could just die."
Ezra rolled his eyes at JD's declaration. "I seriously doubt that boredom could lead to one's death. But in an effort to save your life, we could play a hand or two."
This time JD rolled his eyes. "Can't play if I don't have money."
"Ah, yes, luck was not on your side last night. Or the night before that, as I recall."
The slight squeak of the saloon's swinging doors had the men at the table looking up.
"Good morning, Brother. Anything happen on patrol."
Vin sat down in the seat Josiah pulled out. "Nothin' much. Stagecoach is coming in. What's going on here?"
"It seems unless we find a way to entertain him, Mr. Dunne will surely expire."
"What's wrong with cards?"
"Ezra already has all my money," JD huffed.
Vin nodded his thanks at Inez, who brought a drink over to him. After taking a long drink, he said, "How about a game of endurance?"
Ezra snorted. "Really, Mr. Tanner?"
"'Fraid to put some money on it, Ez?"
The mention of money had Ezra sitting up straighter and pulling out some coins from his pocket. "Here is my money, and it is Ezra."
Vin chuckled and added his money on the table. "All right, the first person to get up from this table loses."
Josiah and JD looked at each in confusion as Ezra laughed out loud. "This will be the easiest money I have ever made. I'll have you know that I can sit in the same position for hours. Days if I must."
Just then, Buck came through the saloon doors. "Hey, Ezra, the stagecoach just rolled up. And ya'll never guess who was on it."
"Who, Mr. Wilmington?"
"Darling!"
Ezra shot out of his seat. "Mother?"
Vin smirked and swept the money off the table. "Yep, easy money."